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Darius Trip - Blue Hundreds Lyrics



Darius Trip - Blue Hundreds Lyrics




I am the one
Poppin Capri in the sun
You the rise to my sun yeah
(MONTE!)

Bentley in the coupe
Mr. Campbell with the soup
Big wheel Mr. wheelie tony hawk around the loop
Peekaboo

Spending don't mean nothing when I talk to my consultant
I'm yougin just for hustlin when I'm in the cab I'm pumping
Bitch, I'm jumping like a jumping jack
Rumbling like a wrestle match
Shortened breath a heart attack I'll hit you like a cardiac
Arrested like stalker
Moving fast like Paulie walker
I don't mean to be a talker when I spit it's not a shocker

Imma lil boy
These ain't lil toys
I'll bounce around en el camas like I'm corduroy

I'm a laymen
Brute just like a cavemen
Crashin bandicoots like mayhem
I won't know unless you name em
I won't go unless you sayin
You're authentic not for playin
That you live what your portraying
Lay you face down in the pavement

Get the cat out bag
Want clout just to get what you thought that you had
But you slipped on the rag
Fell out of with the money now bro are you mad
Lil lad wit the gas get brass
Lil lad get ya ass up to class
Lil lad get grades you can pass
Lil man broke down like glass

Why you actin so broke
Why you feelin so low
There's blue hundreds in that bank load
Cash a check and then we racin till the tank blow

Mr Mr have you found my dealer
Uhh he said 10 minutes he ain't make it home for dinner but
He's not loser yes he call himself a winner bruh
Yo pockets empty boy you fidget like a spinner

Bank load told you we gone turn like we ain't old
Kane Cohlt trappin out the bando till the gang fold
Lay low hanging out the window with that chain gold
Maino body the crescendo when we say so

Hey ho Mr Santa gotta caseload
Too much money and his pockets is on overload
He gone bless it to his people
He been giving cuz his blessings is on overflow

Blessings is on overflow
Blessings is on overflow

Why you actin so broke
Why you feelin so low
There's blue hundreds in that bank load
Cash a check and we racin till tank blow

Why you actin so broke
Why you feelin so low
There's blue hundreds in that bank load
Cash a check and we racin till tank blow
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English

I am the one
Poppin Capri in the sun
You the rise to my sun yeah
(MONTE!)

Bentley in the coupe
Mr. Campbell with the soup
Big wheel Mr. wheelie tony hawk around the loop
Peekaboo

Spending don't mean nothing when I talk to my consultant
I'm yougin just for hustlin when I'm in the cab I'm pumping
Bitch, I'm jumping like a jumping jack
Rumbling like a wrestle match
Shortened breath a heart attack I'll hit you like a cardiac
Arrested like stalker
Moving fast like Paulie walker
I don't mean to be a talker when I spit it's not a shocker

Imma lil boy
These ain't lil toys
I'll bounce around en el camas like I'm corduroy

I'm a laymen
Brute just like a cavemen
Crashin bandicoots like mayhem
I won't know unless you name em
I won't go unless you sayin
You're authentic not for playin
That you live what your portraying
Lay you face down in the pavement

Get the cat out bag
Want clout just to get what you thought that you had
But you slipped on the rag
Fell out of with the money now bro are you mad
Lil lad wit the gas get brass
Lil lad get ya ass up to class
Lil lad get grades you can pass
Lil man broke down like glass

Why you actin so broke
Why you feelin so low
There's blue hundreds in that bank load
Cash a check and then we racin till the tank blow

Mr Mr have you found my dealer
Uhh he said 10 minutes he ain't make it home for dinner but
He's not loser yes he call himself a winner bruh
Yo pockets empty boy you fidget like a spinner

Bank load told you we gone turn like we ain't old
Kane Cohlt trappin out the bando till the gang fold
Lay low hanging out the window with that chain gold
Maino body the crescendo when we say so

Hey ho Mr Santa gotta caseload
Too much money and his pockets is on overload
He gone bless it to his people
He been giving cuz his blessings is on overflow

Blessings is on overflow
Blessings is on overflow

Why you actin so broke
Why you feelin so low
There's blue hundreds in that bank load
Cash a check and we racin till tank blow

Why you actin so broke
Why you feelin so low
There's blue hundreds in that bank load
Cash a check and we racin till tank blow
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Writer: Darius Tucker
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Performed By: Darius Trip
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Darius Tucker
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